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  Kamsavati begged her husband. “Don't kill our child. He has done nothing wrong.” Devashravas shouted back at his wife, hiding his guilt and grief behind an aggressive facade. “The soothsayers have proclaimed he will be a blot and danger to our society. As a responsible Yadava royal and the younger brother of the illustrious Vasudeva, I am duty-bound to keep my society safe.” Kamsavati couldn't hide her grief the way her husband did. “It was our desire that brought forth this child. If anyone has to be blamed, it is you and me.” “Stop this nonsense! What has to be done has to be done!” So saying, he snatched his newborn baby from his wailing wife and ordered the servants to restrain her to prevent her from following him. He came to the gate and saw the man waiting there. He glanced at his son, and the warmth of fatherly love seemed to melt his cold heart, just for an instant. He quickly gave the tightly wrapped baby to the man at the gate, “Get rid of it!” The executioner took...